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To-day is the day the ships come in, From the fishing banks of the sea, Shall I meet my love in the blustering wind ’Mid the sounds and scents of the quay?

Or would he rather I stayed at home In a manner circumspect, And keep ablaze the hearthstone fire, Just what will he expect?

I think I’ll stay, I think I’ll go, There seem to be two of me, And the neighbors will talk and gossip so Whichever way it be.

But look, a sail, they round the buoy, A high wind’s blowing free, I snatch my shawl, I’m out of doors, There’s only one of me.

One whose feet can’t run too fast To greet my true love, home at last.